See Jane Read

and bitch...and bake...and buy things. A Jane of All Reads

[pondelightful]

[embracingwild]

SPREAD THIS LIKE WILDFIRE

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High Fantasy / Epic Fantasy - Fantasy fiction set in or involving an alternative, entirely fictional (“secondary”) world, rather than the real, or “primary” world.

[paranoidrobot-deactivated201110]

Two churches located across the street from each other. At least the Catholics have a sense of humor.

[eeeeeeeeeeliz]

paranoidrobot:

[edgewxrthy]

this is my favorite thing

[atom1cflea]

I will never not reblog this.

[luciawestwick]

The making of Smaug. (x)

[skellgate]

he gets paid to do that

[squid-in-a-party-hat]

are you telling me cucumber man humped the ground and screamed for 2 minutes and gets a lot of money and tons of fan girls, but when i do it I’m “intoxicated” and “ruining my sister’s wedding”

[seejaneread]

Priceless nose art. Miss you buddy.

[davidtennantssideburns]

For anyone having a bad day, hopefully this cheers you up.

[heytinafey]

[awkwardefflorescence]

I literally felt like I did not have a choice.

[wearealljustrunaways-blog]

Robin Williams says reblog, you reblog. 

[0hmykaty-deactivated20130301]

…okay.

[teamaequitas-blog]

did i even really have a choice?

[sexceptionul]

okay robin williams

i hesitated for a second and then considered the repercussions

[saffron-not-so-joy]

just gonna reblog…

[ograes]

okk

[bellecs]

[doctormage]

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,

The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;

                         But O heart! heart! heart!

                            O the bleeding drops of red,

                               Where on the deck my Captain lies,

                                  Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;

Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,

For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,

For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

                         Here Captain! dear father!

                            The arm beneath your head!

                               It is some dream that on the deck,

                                 You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,

My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,

The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,

From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;

                         Exult O shores, and ring O bells!

                            But I with mournful tread,

                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,

                                  Fallen cold and dead.

[maggie-stiefvater-deactivated20]

Robin Williams. :(

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[chubbymon]

This little rant described the way I look at religion perfectly.

[angellundones]

ESPECIALLY what she said in the last two photos 

[shortvideosandstuff]

[fuck-bitches-get-bacon]

no matter how sad I am this never fails to make me laugh

[shaelit]

Oh man, this gets better every time.

[smalltownboymp3]

Happy 34th Birthday, Harry James Potter. (31st July 1980)

[seejaneread]

Happy Birthday Harry! #yerawizard

[seejaneread]

It's just SO beautiful!

[tastefullyoffensive]

Fruit Helmuts [weibo]

[donnaduck87-deactivated20230110]

That cat is about to fuck some shit up.

[end0skeletal]

Happy Owls!

[seejaneread]

Expect magic. #theburningsky